Bad boy meets depressed girl

Part 10

I woke up to a bunch of beeping. "where am I? " I think too myself. 

"Tatum?" someone says. Everything was blurry so I couldn't picture who it was. But his voice was deep, and calming. Everything went back to normal and I could see him holding my hand but I didn't know who it was.

"stop. don't touch me!" I say pulling my hand away from him. "who are you?! Mom! Dad! h-he's trying to touch me!" I yell.

"Tatum, calm down. It's just me. Grayson. I wanted to apologize" he said calming me down. Grayson. Wait Grayson!

"Grayson?! Stop. Don't touch me. I wouldn't be here right now if it wasn't for you! so just leave me alone!" I say making eye contact with him. 

"Tatum just listen" he says with a voice crack, " I am so proud of the person you've become. You inspire me. I understand you've been through a lot and neither one of us have always made the best choices, but I believe we both have grown. I've always known from the very first time I met you that you were a stronger person than I. You are so full of wisdom about life that when you talk, I could just listen forever. Your open mind is wise and comforting. You have helped me see things in a brighter, happier, more enlightened way. I was drowning from my own fears and was completely cynical about love, hope, and security. I used to think that no one understood me or could ever truly love me. When I got to know, I realized I wasn't alone. I knew that something inside of you was hurting too. I went through a time in my life when I felt worthless and unloved, and I continuously searched for happiness. This year you became my survival. I don't think I could have made it without you. I thank you for all the fun times we spent together even if they were short-lived. I have come to the conclusion you are an angel sent by God to help me see the light. Clouds of darkness shadowed over me, but you make me smile with just your presence. 

Many people don't like to speak up when something bothers them, thinking that it is trivial to mention it. Unfortunately, after repeated times of not speaking up, some small incident occurs, which becomes the proverbial straw that breaks the camel's back and an argument develops.
I feel like this is the story of our relationship. I hate arguing with you. I hate hearing that pain-filled tone in your voice, or feeling your cold shoulder. I'm naturally an angry person; you've known that since you first met me. Our recent argument was caused by so many things: my insecurities, my lack of self-worth, my selfish desire to be the only one that makes you smile. I know that the blame is mostly mine. I'm sorry for not taking the time to be patient with you, to sit and listen and understand the way you feel. I know that you want to keep the good relationships with your friends and family and should not resent them. If you could ever forgive me, I will make up for it. I'm so sorry Tatum" at this point I know I need to forgive him, so I simply say 

"I forgive you" with a tear running down my cheek